Reno
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Silver Steak said:
My own thought exactly, hence Internationalism all the way.
And blimey, this thread is going mighty off topic here...
The Faces of NESing II
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My own thought exactly, hence Internationalism all the way.
And blimey, this thread is going mighty off topic here...
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Yeah, not a single photo posted since the second page, I think. 
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Iggy, you look so Canadian that I'm in dismay...
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Please! Don't! 
Swissempire
Poet Jester
Have you ever visited the U.S.A.... I feel like i've met you before....Lord_Iggy said:
It's Iggy again! Back on topic then.
I've been to Alaska several times, and I went to Idaho once for about 20 minutes. (the highway by Castlegar had construction, so I hopped through the states to avoid it).
A picture of my knee now?
I have surgery pics, but they'll need a spoiler. I don't want to be banned again.
*trembles*
Anyway, my knee right now... just let me get a digicam. It doesn't look to bad now, as it's been healing for almost 7 weeks.
And then I like, rode off on my dogsled to get some beer eh?
BTW, I take that as a compliment.
A note: No one talks like that except foreigners pretending to be Canadian, and people making fun of the stereotype (like me). And I don't drink.
It's like assuming every American speaks like Dubya. Or every brit like some earl/lord/noble. Or every Australian like the Crocodile hunter. Or every scot like the funny guy who advertises beer on tv. Or every frenchman like...
Whoah, I could just go on and on.
A picture of my knee now?
I have surgery pics, but they'll need a spoiler. I don't want to be banned again.
*trembles*
Anyway, my knee right now... just let me get a digicam. It doesn't look to bad now, as it's been healing for almost 7 weeks.
And then I like, rode off on my dogsled to get some beer eh?
BTW, I take that as a compliment.
A note: No one talks like that except foreigners pretending to be Canadian, and people making fun of the stereotype (like me). And I don't drink.
It's like assuming every American speaks like Dubya. Or every brit like some earl/lord/noble. Or every Australian like the Crocodile hunter. Or every scot like the funny guy who advertises beer on tv. Or every frenchman like...
Whoah, I could just go on and on.
Well, here's a picture of what is currently visible. It doesn't really do it justice, as most of the wound was hidden beneath my skin.
For those who want me to brag of my injury again...
Injury File
Victim: Lord_Iggy
Injury: Severe Gash, Shattered Lower Femur, Torn Cartilige
Pain Level: 8/10
Date of Injury: March 10, 2006
Time to Recovery: 24 weeks until as close to full recovery as is possible.
Location: Soldotna, Alaska, Arctic Winter Games
Quote: "I'm glad I went into shock, or that would have hurt even more."
Picture:
For those who want me to brag of my injury again...
Injury File
Victim: Lord_Iggy
Injury: Severe Gash, Shattered Lower Femur, Torn Cartilige
Pain Level: 8/10
Date of Injury: March 10, 2006
Time to Recovery: 24 weeks until as close to full recovery as is possible.
Location: Soldotna, Alaska, Arctic Winter Games
Quote: "I'm glad I went into shock, or that would have hurt even more."
Picture:
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Hmm...ow? (ten)
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
They even have a pain level? What's the scale? From a nick in the skin to limbs torn off?
The greatest injury I've even had is probably when I was fighting over a plastic shovel in kindergarden. Ohh, I'm getting nostalgic thinking about it! OK, look here: I was building a nice castle/retreat in the sand box, and I left the shovel a bit to do some fine adjustments on the balcony with my fingers. After I'm satisfied with it, I turn to find the shovel again, and this guy, Thomas (who later went in a parallell class in elementary) has taken it. He wasn't using it for anything particular, but did not want to let go of it anyway. I was in my full right to demand he return it to me, since I could not continue on my masterwork of art without the shovel.
Up until this point, my memory is pretty clear. Then I remember we had a lengthy quarrel (for kids, at least) and lastly, got in a fight over it. He was armed, of course, because he gripped the shovel in his hands. What basically happened was that I rushed at him and reached out to grab the shovel, when he swung them backwards to deny me access. But of course, as he did that, the arm reached its limit, and the shovel began pivoting around, up, and down - with the edge aimed right at my head.
I don't know if it was all intentional, but I ended up with quite a gash on the top of my head. What made me cry was all the blood - it was streaming down like I'd suffered a skull fracture. fortunately, I only had a few stings and it was all healed in a few weeks. I don't recall if Thomas got into some kind of trouble after the incident, but he wasn't the bully type at all, so I guess it was sort of filed away as a freak accident. Good for him, anyway. I don't hold it against him, kids are kids.
Either that, or the time when my uncle was swinging me around in the air while holding my arms. I think I was about the same age. This is apparently not a smart thing to do with children, since they haven't yet fully developed skeletons. This was what saved me as well, when all of the sudden, one of my arms is yanked out of the socket. I was quickly let down, and I sort of felt weird, because my arm didn't move at all. Then my dad came charging across the lawn, grabbed my arm and shoulder, and pushed my arm back up in the socket. It felt VERY awkward to have one arm dangling. I sometimes think I was damaged by it, though. Although my arms work just fine, my left arm is not as flexible as my right. I don't remember which one went out, but it might have made that arm more/less flexible, which kind of bugs me. I've always preferred symmetry.
Anyway, enough of my boring brags about minor injuries. BTW, what thread is this?
The greatest injury I've even had is probably when I was fighting over a plastic shovel in kindergarden. Ohh, I'm getting nostalgic thinking about it! OK, look here: I was building a nice castle/retreat in the sand box, and I left the shovel a bit to do some fine adjustments on the balcony with my fingers. After I'm satisfied with it, I turn to find the shovel again, and this guy, Thomas (who later went in a parallell class in elementary) has taken it. He wasn't using it for anything particular, but did not want to let go of it anyway. I was in my full right to demand he return it to me, since I could not continue on my masterwork of art without the shovel.
Up until this point, my memory is pretty clear. Then I remember we had a lengthy quarrel (for kids, at least) and lastly, got in a fight over it. He was armed, of course, because he gripped the shovel in his hands. What basically happened was that I rushed at him and reached out to grab the shovel, when he swung them backwards to deny me access. But of course, as he did that, the arm reached its limit, and the shovel began pivoting around, up, and down - with the edge aimed right at my head.
I don't know if it was all intentional, but I ended up with quite a gash on the top of my head. What made me cry was all the blood - it was streaming down like I'd suffered a skull fracture. fortunately, I only had a few stings and it was all healed in a few weeks. I don't recall if Thomas got into some kind of trouble after the incident, but he wasn't the bully type at all, so I guess it was sort of filed away as a freak accident. Good for him, anyway. I don't hold it against him, kids are kids.
Either that, or the time when my uncle was swinging me around in the air while holding my arms. I think I was about the same age. This is apparently not a smart thing to do with children, since they haven't yet fully developed skeletons. This was what saved me as well, when all of the sudden, one of my arms is yanked out of the socket. I was quickly let down, and I sort of felt weird, because my arm didn't move at all. Then my dad came charging across the lawn, grabbed my arm and shoulder, and pushed my arm back up in the socket. It felt VERY awkward to have one arm dangling. I sometimes think I was damaged by it, though. Although my arms work just fine, my left arm is not as flexible as my right. I don't remember which one went out, but it might have made that arm more/less flexible, which kind of bugs me. I've always preferred symmetry.
Anyway, enough of my boring brags about minor injuries. BTW, what thread is this?
Same. And it's the photo thread.
Someone else expose their face!
BTW, the scale is 0=No pain, 10= The agony of burning, melting, crushing, ripping, and gouging of your body with white hot metal objects.
Fortunately for me, the pain was quite localized, and I was in shock to some extent.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
biggest pain i ever had... getting kicked in the ummm crotch area? by a little kid... then getting kicked there again by that little buggers sister she had on high heels!!
i thought i would never reproduce again... thankfully the doctors were able to save my... ummm things... organs i guess
im traumatized now, i can't look at little children for fear that they will kick me... or just that i will explode (THEY ARE EVIL!!) and they look like gnomes to
i thought i would never reproduce again... thankfully the doctors were able to save my... ummm things... organs i guess
im traumatized now, i can't look at little children for fear that they will kick me... or just that i will explode (THEY ARE EVIL!!) and they look like gnomes to
just for fin hehe 
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